But here's my first real day in Paris. At least, I think it's my first day....I can't even really remember anymore!
The day started out with the train. Or the RER. Or whatever the hell it's called. I couldn't help but take a picture of these three sexy guys with their sexy matching hats.
After a couple of stops, we were at Versailles.
The Château de Versailles is one of the most beautiful achievements of 18th-century French art. The site began as Louis XIII’s hunting lodge before his son Louis XIV transformed and expanded it, moving the court and government of France to Versailles in 1682. Each of the three French kings who lived there until the French Revolution added improvements to make it more beautiful.
Napoleon Bonaparte had the palace restored before staying here on many occasions with his second wife, Empress Marie-Louise. In 1963 Charles de Gaulle had it restored as a guesthouse for presidents of France and the northern wing, known as “Trianon-sous-bois”, was converted into an official presidential residence.
So bascially, I'm walking around a museum...where I don't like...understand what I'm looking at. Like okay, I get it, they are paintings. But of what? I don't know. Chubby French people in funny poses with funny mustaches??
So, we walk into this beautiful castle...chateau...whatever, try to dry ourselves off and this is the first room we enter.
Great. A flow chart of who lived here and when. Yawn. I know, I'm ignorant and uncultured. I'm okay with that.
If I take my picture by this statue head....will I look like I fit in and that I'm interested???? Does it make me look more cultured???
Okay fine. In the end, I gave up trying and just took pictures of all of the naked people in paintings.
(Of which there are many....I've just uploaded a few....)
AND in the middle of this 18th century castle, they decide to put a Japanimation exhibit. Like RIGHT in the middle. So we are looking at like Napoleans bedroom, and then there is this freaky thing standing beside it...
I would have liked to take a walk throught the gardens...but it was freezing and had torrential downpour...so I took a break from taking pictures of naked people in paintings and took a few pictures of the outside gardens.
Oh, Starbucks, my love. Toilets, hot coffee, and muffins. Ahhh.....
We had to walk around a bit to find an appropriate bar. I considered going in Les Galeries, but didn't want to take out a second mortgage to buy a sweater....
Appropriately had some Old Lady Gin (where can I buy this stuff???)
And after five mojitos...it's nearly impossible to take pictures....so here's the last one of the night.